Thrill of Nature
I was awoken
by the thrill of nature
The woman tall in black stalking the street
A butterfly beating its wings in an open window
The river
in flood effervescent in morning light
The clouds well fed, and the day yearning for a morning talk
The tongue the lips punching words in reds and blues
She talks
to me violent, soft, careless
The leaves of autumn lost, the buds of spring moist
The path uncertain, but virile, sure in every step
©Giles
Denmark 2003